Redhawk Caldera A Possible Acceptance

Mild PP—let me know if I need to tone it down! :)

He had to admit, she was the poster child of a defensive fighter. He stared at her, analyzing every little detail of her posture, then eventually nodded in approval. But just when she probably thought she was off the hook, Peregrine abruptly sprang at her with the savagery of a jungle cat. He did not aim to spill blood, not that she would know that. They were perfect strangers, after all; they hadn't even exchanged names. This was another test.

He aimed to bear his entire weight down on her, jaws angling to grab her by the scruff and press her down to the earth. If she knew what was good for her—well, her chances of attaining a rank in the caldera—she would show him absolute supplication and, by doing so, accept her new place in the world as one of Peregrine's bitches.